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Night had come. The sky glittered with a myriad of stars, tiny jewels against the darkness. The moon shined down in pure radiance, bathing the rolling surface of the cloud sea in pale light.

And just beside the planet's satellite, its shape outlined in glowing jade, was the towering figure of the World Tree. Its wide "canopy" sat high atop the atmosphere, connected to the world below by a thin "trunk" which pulsed with trails of neon green.

Kassandra stared up at the heavens, shifting sights between the emerald Tree and the light of the full moon. From her perch on Azurda's head, she had an unobstructed view of the sky. With an easy grin she raised an arm, finger shifting swiftly between stars.

"See up there Azurda, that constellation's called the Dancing Djin! See how dynamic her pose is and how the nebula flows around her like a veil?"

Azurda chuckled as he inclined his head upwards. Kassandra stepped forward to take hold of the titan's horn, steadying herself.

"Yes Kassandra, that one's an old favorite of mine. Has a more proper name though I cannot remember for the life of me. Sha-… something."

The dark haired Blade hummed in thought as she continued scanning the night time vista. Something caught her eye on the horizon, the bandaged girl excitedly smacking the side of Azurda's horn. Craning his sight to the right the old titan broke out an easy grin as he spied the sizable mass of lights resting off in the distance.

"Rex, Nia, we've got the trade guild in sight." The living vessel lurched as he adjusted course, pressing forward at speed.

Rex hopped off the salvaging crane, rolling his shoulders as the armored vest of his diving suit settled over his frame. He'd also donned the arm pieces, covering him from wrists to elbows, the thicker section on his left arm housing a grappling hook and cord mechanism.

The boy's steps rang deep and heavy, his form wrapped in cobalt plate from the waist down, ending in a pair of thick, maroon boots. A discount knight, as Nia once dubbed him, half dressed in his salvager gear. Rex found the heavy metal made for decent protection with little cost in movement.

Pretty good for someone going into a situation which could turn from casual to heated at the drop of a hat. Argentum may have been like a second home, but Rex was never naive enough to feel safe there.

Dromarch bobbed his head at the boy in passing, the feline Blade laying down beside the old brassier. The cooling coals still gave off a good amount of warmth, prompting Dromarch back into a light slumber.

Checking some of the belts and latches that held his attire together, Rex marched up to the rusted hut. "Hey Nia, you changed? We'll be in port in half an hour at this rate-"

Rex was cut off mid sentence as a tall, scarlet boot caught him in the upper chest, thunking off his armor. The boy nearly fell back off the short steps he'd been ascending, his flailing hands snatching up the leg attached to the offending boot.

Nia hopped back, dragging Rex up into the modest space of the shack. The salvager face-planted on the old area rug as Nia just managed to stop herself before slamming into some shelving.

"What the hell Rex!"

Rex attempted to look indignant, an effort greatly hampered by his position on the floor. "Me? What about you!? You kicked me in the damn chest!"

The Gormotti girl made her way over mid-rant, snatching Rex up by the back of his chest armor. With one hand Nia hoisted the boy up to eye level, ironically not unlike how one lifts a cat by the scruff of its neck.

"First, I didn't kick you, I halted you. Not my fault you charged into it." Nia raised her housemate as high as she could before placing him on his feet. "And second, you shouldn't be so eager to walk in on a lady as she's changing."

Any residual anger Rex may have held evaporated into embarrassment at Nia's softening tone. The fact that she was brushing – pawing – at his front and shoulders wasn't doing him any favors.

Unable to meet her eyes, the young salvager took in her attire. He still thought that jumpsuit made her look like a banana and the numerous stitching and patches showed just how worn the garment was. Still, between the extra padding and insulation, it remained serviceable. Which is to say they couldn't afford anything at the moment.

Around her neck, the Gormotti wore a short, beige mantle, the edges lined in deep red. The cloth only just reached the curve of her shoulders and sported a hood in the back. Complete with pockets for her kitty ears.

Done preening the boy, Nia turned Rex around and thrust her knee into his backside. The shin guards wrapped around her legs thankfully weren't made of metal. Even so they were thick and densely padded, the slate grey pieces adding a remarkable degree of impact.

And so, Rex tumbled out of the hut, sailing over the short steps and landing in an awkward stance. Nia, helpful as always, vaulted over his back, driving Rex down on both hands and one foot.

"In case you're wondering, that's what a kick would have looked like," the cat girl tossed over her shoulder, a teasing smirk in place.

Rex offered no comment as he righted himself. A surprisingly alert Dromarch appeared at his side, helping push the boy to his feet. "Forgive My Lady, Master Rex. She tends to be more… 'lively' in your presence."

The boy waved off the gentleman Blade, sights focused back on Nia. The yellow clad girl was notably not looking at anyone, adjusting a leather holster strapped to her left thigh. Rex noted the set of knives tucked within.

"Isn't that a bit much," the salvager said, gesturing to the band of weapons.

Nia gave the holster a quick glance before shrugging noncommittally. "Better to have and not need, its Argentum after all." Rex found he couldn't fault her logic.

There was a heavy thump as Kassandra landed nearby. "Is the trade guild really that scary of a place?"

Rex gave a light scoff, "I wouldn't say scary. Being a major trade hub, Argentum gets a lot of traffic, people from all over Alrest. More accurate to say its an 'unpredictable' sort of place."

"And for us," Nia stepped forward, "that usually means shenanigans."

"Hey now, its not always a wild time. Remember when we were hard up for cash a few weeks back and Pupunin put us up for a while? We had three solid days of peace."

"Yeah, and on the forth day we learned we were being stalked by a band of thieves who thought we were big time bounty hunters or something."

"They were just a bunch of kids."

"That Urayan merc they hired certainly wasn't! The man was taller than both of us stacked on top of each other!"

Dromarch groaned. "I can still feel the kinks in my back from that encounter."

"Encounters," Nia corrected, jabbing fingers each at Dromarch and Rex, "we had to chase those slippery brats all over Argentum and that big bastard must have ambushed us at least three times before I put his head through a barrel."

Rex absolutely erupted in laughter as the memory played out. A softer, though no less audible, chuckle issued from Gramps, the old titan continuing forward. Dromarch offered his lady a measured look which Nia answered by sticking out her tongue.

Kassandra smiled at the happy scene. She decided then that she'd truly lucked out on her most recent awakening.

"Port's in sight," Azurda boomed, "it shouldn't be more than twenty minutes before we dock. Make ready for landing."

Rex cut off with one last huff of humor, this one directed at his guardian. With fists on hips, the boy imparted, "Look at you Gramps, some real get up and go today if you think you'll get us there in twenty. And was that a hint of sailor jargon I heard sprinkled in there?"

The old titan did not look back. "Young man, you do realize that one submergence could run you out of house and home?"

"Aye-aye, Captain!" Rex snapped a swift salute, his features sternly blank. He held for about four seconds before a toothy grin brightened his face again.

Nia reached over and flicked his ear.

Kassandra couldn't help but stare at the floating structure which grew larger with every moment of approach. The guild itself was a circular building of multiple levels and, in comparison to the titan vessels docked around it, looked big enough to house a large settlement. Possibly two.

The impressive scale of the trade guild was overshadowed, quite literally, by the bulbous titan drifting high above the structure, tethered to the vessel by a myriad of cables. The titan's six, dark eyes stared vacantly forward, its wide mouth set in a downward curve as its multiple, wing-like fins lazily threaded the air.

Dromarch sat beside the brunette Blade, the two continuing to peer over Azurda's right shoulder. "It's quite the sight, the first time you see it."

A head shake roused Dromarch's attention, Kassandra's flowing lockes rippling with the motion. "Not to say this isn't… really cool to look at, but… There's something familiar about this place. I know that makes no sense-"

"No! No, Kassandra," Dromarch said in a rush, "Though there are certain expectations in the life of a Blade, it is clear that some aspects of self are retained from one life to the next, stored within our cores. Saying that you carried over a bit more than is normal from a previous existence is not beyond the realm of possibility."

Kassandra's wine colored eyes, wide at the tiger's exclamation, settled into a soft warmth. The bandaged girl bowed to her fellow Blade, "Thank you… strange to see Goldmoth again so soon after awakening."

Dromarch's eyes flashed, "You knew the titan's name…" Kassandra straightened in realization.

At this point something happened. On the back of Kassandra's head was a white mask in the likeness of a fox. Its large eyes were pools of deep violet, irises a pair of vibrant rubies. And at this moment, the mask began to tremble.

Rex and Nia, standing behind Kassandra, caught sight of it quickly. Dromarch took notice once the clattering began, the sound not unlike that of jangling bones. By now the mask's vibrations were becoming violent. The observing parties all flinched back when the crimson eyes flared, their malevolent light like coals burning in the darkness.

Throughout this, Kassandra herself took no notice, her peaceful gaze again set on the approaching Argentum.

Something stirred Azurda, his speed tapering off quickly. The titan's long neck swung around. His focus was not on Kassandra, but rather a distant stretch of the cloud sea opposite the trade guild. The mask's tremors ceased abruptly, Kassandra herself following Azurda's gaze as his movements prompted her. The oddity with the mask abated, the others also began to scan the distant clouds.

A sudden swell in the calm surface of the white sea was but a momentary warning. At once a colossal form breached the waves, its body a deep grey with the rough consistency of stone. The massive shape of a titan erupted hundreds of meters into the sky, its form large enough that three whole Goldmoth's could fit inside.

A pained, yet somehow angelic cry chimed free of the creature. Upon its chest, a pure light built into a searing radiance, illuminating the area like a second moon. The breaching titan could not have been more than ten minutes travel away from Azurda and crew. The relatively close surge of light all but consumed them in an instance.

As such, none noticed the three Blades' cores shine in resonance with the titan's glow.

The enormous form of the titan hung in the air for a short time. Then, sluggishly at first, gravity took hold. The sheer mountain of flesh tumbled down into the mist ocean, its shining chest turning dark in seconds.

"Everyone," Azurda howled, "brace yourselves!"

An explosive gale roared across them. Rex, Nia, Dromarch, and Kassandra took swift cover within the ramshackle hut, anchoring themselves as best they could. Even so, Rex was almost torn from the small dwelling by the monstrous wind, both Kassandra and Dromarch holding tight to him.

And then the wall of cloud sea rushed over them, Azurda's body pitched into a wild roll. This did finally tear Rex loose from his companions, hurling the boy skywards.

"Rex!" Nia's crystal bloomed with light as she flew past her comrades, leaping into the maelstrom.

As Azurda's form reached the top of the cloud swell, the draconic titan flared out his wings. The purple membrane caught the updraft, lifting the living vessel high into the air.

Rex crashed into the churning clouds, the flow immediately rolling him end over end. An experienced salvager, the boy managed a deep gulp of air before sinking into the white sea.

Between a roiling sense of vertigo and being battered by the frantic current, Rex almost missed the air of… serenity he felt building. The tumultuous flow of the clouds lessened some as the feeling seemed to come closer, somehow. Floating in relative stability, Rex squinted his eyes open. The expected murk of the ocean depths was replaced with the approaching radiance of a small star.

The young salvager reached towards the coming light. By now, the sensation of security had filled him with a comforting warmth, an air of calm cast on both the boy and the ocean around him. Rex recognized this feeling, something only a Driver could experience.

Nia's hand clasped his own. At once the currents stilled, Driver and Blade locking eyes. The Gormotti's grip shifted to Rex's shoulders, Nia grinning as the quiet depths of the cloud sea rushed in beneath them.

Azurda took a slow sweep of the area from above, Dromarch and Kassandra looking down from either side of the titan. They didn't have to search for long as the ocean spiked upwards. A thin geyser of dense mist shot dozens of meters into the air. The vertical stream continued for a few seconds before a dark shape shot up the pale shaft.

Rex and Nia burst from the top of the geyser, hands clasped together as they spun through the air. The pair dew closer, wrapping their arms around one another as the jet stream fell apart beneath them. Nia's core turned dim against Rex's chest.

Gramps swooped in underneath. Kassandra and Dromarch darted out of the cylindrical dwelling with a large sheet held between them. The titan ascended as the airborne pair began to fall, the two "receiving" Blades bracing for impact.

The sheet ripped out of Dromarch's mouth. Kassandra swiftly buckled under the weight and was yanked towards Azurda's tail. The white tiger shouted out the titan's name, Azurda ceasing his ascent and flattening out his flight path. The brunette Blade caught herself on the old crane, straining against the taut fabric.

Rex held tight to the thin blanket with one hand. He had Nia wrapped up in his other arm, the girl barely holding on to consciousness. When Gramps evened out, Rex dropped shoulder first onto the titan's back.

"Master Rex! My Lady!" Dromarch was upon them in an instant, tearing the sheet away from the two. Kassandra flicked the strain out of her hands and fingers, coming over as Azurda hollered out for an update.

Rex rolled Nia onto her rear, leaning her back against his arm. He started shaking the girl awake, her tiger guardian watching her face for any stirrings.

A groan rumbled up from the Gormotti girl. She whacked an arm against Rex's chest to stop the shaking. "Fuck," she swore, eyes fluttering, "feels like I just got charged by an ardun!"

"My Lady," Dromarch breathed, sliding in to nuzzle her side. Kassandra relayed the scene to Gramps as she began balling up the shredded blanket. The group hardly noticed Azurda's descent until they were buffeted by a brief spray of the cloud sea.

A long survey of the area revealed no trace of the continental titan. Even the ocean waves had calmed by now.

Releasing a sigh of both fatigue and relief, Azurda pressed onward. "We're double timing it to Argentum, take stock of anything we've lost. I'll get us there in five minutes!"


The draconic titan vessel came into a vacant port. Kassandra was off the deck and onto the walkway before Azurda had even begun to slow, jogging beside him as the titan came in to dock.

Rex hopped off next, Dromarch lingering on the side of the ship. Nia stood close by, having abandoned her efforts to shrug off the tiger's concern. Their two remaining crewmates stood just below, reaching up to receive the cat girl.

"This is ridiculous," Nia huffed, "I'm not made of glass or something."

Dromarch delivered an admonishing "My Lady" as Rex broke down the situation, "You're always saying how the cloud sea is damn impossible to work with, I can't imagine blasting us out of it like that didn't take a toll on you."

The Gormotti girl puffed out one cheek, not looking at anyone. "Damn thing has a mind of its own, fights me every time." Despite her protests, Nia sat on the edge of Gramps' back before scooting off into her friends' arms.

"Rex! Nia! Are you all okay?"

A smile graced Rex's face at the familiar voice, "Yeah, we're fine Hirkham. You catch sight of that titan going under?"

An older man with light hair and a green top approached the group, "Hard to miss, that glow on its chest lit us up like a spotlight! Saw you guys silhouetted from all the way out here, you looked awfully close."

Dromarch hopped down at this point, striding around to regard the dockmaster. "Twas a harrowing experience, though I fear hardly more than we are used to."

As he spoke, the tiger's white fur began to bristle. His core hummed as a copper colored fluid flowed over his form, beginning to pool around his torso and the front of each paw. The liquid took shape, hardening into a lustrous material. Bronze armor now covered Dromarch's chest, back, and paws, each piece marked by various circular ports which shined a cool cyan.

Kassandra watched the big cat's transformation with rapt interest.

Hirkham offered a long sigh, brushing a hand through his sand colored mane. "The lot of you have the worst luck, huh?" Rex and Dromarch had sense enough to feel a little shame, the boy scratching the back of his head as the Blade slowly pawed his own face.

Nia's head was on a swivel, keeping track of the numerous passersby. A fair number of ships of various makes and hauled by a diverse collection of titans dotted the dockworks, their crews busily moving about even at this hour. The ground floor of Argentum was a maze of stands and shops, the opening to the bazaar large enough to drive a house through.

Not missing a beat, Hirkham deadpanned, "I trust then that you don't have the dock fee… again." The fair haired man crossed his arms.

Rex brought his palms together into classic begging stance, "Sorry, the last run was a bit of a bust far as earnings go. We'll scrounge up a bit doing odd jobs tomorrow and pay you however many days before we leave."

Kassandra placed a hand upon her core, the circular gem pulsing at her touch. The bandaged girl closed her eyes in concentration.

Hirkham's unamused visage turned curious, "Bit of a bust? Sort of implies you did find something out there. Care to share what?"

A sudden sensation of cold halted the conversation. The salvager and dockmaster turned to Kassandra, the girl now standing with arms stretched wide. The soft light of the moon and the warm glow of nearby lanterns seemed to dim as a literal shroud of shadow coalesced around her shoulders. The dark veil took solid form as it settled over Kassandra, shifting from black to midnight blue.

Kassandra worked her arms beneath the half cloak, its ends reaching to around her elbows. She wore a bright smile, evidently pleased with herself. Dromarch nodded to her in acknowledgment.

"Ah," Hirkham chirped, "a Blade. That about explains things." Rex again adopted his sheepish habit of scratching the back of his head.

"What's that?"

Kassandra's sudden excitement startled the group. Nia recovered first as her fellow Blade started across the port, the Gormotti girl moving to follow. The red eyed brunette strode past workers carrying cargo, men in full diving suits, and the occasional puff of fur and feathers known as the nopon.

Her path came to a sharp stop on the far side of the port. Kassandra could only stand and stare at the sight that lay before her.

The vessel in front of her was a true marvel. Its cylindrical frame was enshrouded in black metal plate, an occasional streak of gold trim running across the surface. The front end of the craft resembled a knight's helm, carved with intricate designs. The slit that would have served as a warrior's visor was instead used as a viewport for the helmsman. This ornate front was entirely made of a coarse, golden material.

Kassandra's eyes ran the length of the ship. Its size was truly unreal, you could fit two – maybe three – Azurdas within its frame, and that was only taking account of what she could see above the cloud surface. That scale informed her next train of thought.

"Where's the titan that hauls that!?"

Rex had unknowingly voiced her thoughts with a fair degree of awe. Kassandra turned to the boy, and likewise the rest of her crew, taking in their attentive stares. Her focus locked on Hirkham as the dockmaster began to speak.

"That work of art right there? Get this, no titan needed." Boy and Blades turned and balked at the fair haired man, earning a huff of laughter. "S'all true, seen it come in once or twice over the past month."

Rex whistled at the notion of a ship that big running under its own power, Kassandra turning back to regard the black vessel. "Come off it," Nia said, "where do you even find a ship like that? Who owns it?"

Hirkham glanced at the Gormotti girl, "Never gotten a name, don't think I've ever even seen a member of the crew before. Just know they're clients of Bana's, big ones I'd hazard."

"The Chairman," Rex burst, "I guess that makes sense. Must be some good money working for people like that," the young salvager thrust both arms towards the titan-less craft

"Master Rex," Dromarch began, his tone admonishing, "such blatant gesturing is often seen as quite rude in the public eye."

He needn't have said anything as Nia took charge of the situation herself. With both arms raised, the young salvager was wide open. Nia came in from below, blasting his face with an open palm. The strike was more startling than forceful, Rex rocking back with arms flailing.

Hirkham, Nia, and a few passersby broke into chuckles. Rex recovered quickly and soon a halfhearted wrestling match ensued between the boy and the cat girl. Their small audience joined in on the fun, cheering them on as though it were the fight of the century.

Kassandra's grin, spurred on by nearby antics, slowly faded to a pensive look. She was still staring at the dark vessel.

Dromarch, noticing the brunette's silence, cast his gaze between her and the strange ship. "Do you… perhaps have some familiarity with this vessel?"

The dark haired Blade gave no reaction for some seconds, seemingly lost in thought. An almost inperceivable shake of the head preceded her response, "No, nothing so concrete."

The white tiger inclined his head, "… But?"

"I… I'm not sure what to say. There's just a… a bad feeling I have when I look at this."

A slight rattling caught Dromarch's attention. Kassandra's pale mask tremored briefly, its red eyes glaring in momentary radiance.


Hirkham left the group in short order, having a plethora of prior obligations to attend to. Rex clarified when the older man's shift ended before saying his goodbyes, the boy and three Blades now standing in the colossal threshold to the main floor of the trade guild.

"All right," the salvager announced, "first order of business is securing funds! Our last run was a bust, so that means we're taking odd jobs for a bit."

Dromarch nodded sagely, resigned to their current circumstances. Kassandra held a contented smile as she swayed side to side, taking in the various features of the sprawling market place.

Nia had her arms crossed, fixing her Driver with a flat look. "You're gonna end up talking to Bobobo, aren't you?"

Rex visibly flinched, Dromarch loosing a deep sigh. Shaking aside his stupor, the boy recovered, "Well, I wanted to see Melolo first-"

"You're going to end up talking to Bobobo," Nia returned, her tone growing more exasperated. Rex's cut off sentence came out as a long release of breath.

The white tiger looked back and forth between the still teens before clearing his throat, "It is an unfortunate necessity, My Lady."

This broke the silent stand off, Nia turning away from the blue clad salvager. The Gormotti girl began rocking in place, bouncing her weight from one hip to the other. She continued this little jig for a short time.

"Alright," Nia relented, freezing Rex as he was about to speak. She still hadn't turned to face him. "You get right on that then. We'll all meet up later."

Rex blinked, cocking his head to the side, "Wha-"

At this, Nia seized a nearby Kassandra, drawing her close as the cat girl turned back to the boy. "Well Kassandra just woke up, you see. Someone ought to show her around, what with the guild being our main base of operations."

Kassandra's confusion at being grabbed shifted to excitement, the girl happily clapping her hands, "Oh that sounds lovely! It's such a lively market and there are so many nopon to talk to!"

"Ahuh, ahuh," Nia chanted, nodding at the Blade's points, "and the quicker we get to it, the more we'll get to see. We'll make it a girls' night out."

Rex could see which way the wind was blowing, "Now hold on just a sec-"

Nia was already starting to push Kassandra forward as Rex advanced. She paused mid step, about-facing just as the boy came within arms reach. Rex pitched back as the girl pressed against his front, Nia stepping in to keep them steady.

Someone nearby let loose with a loud wolf whistle. Nia promptly flipped the bird in their general direction, her other hand holding Rex's head in place as she kissed the argument out of him. Kassandra watched open-mouthed as Dromarch pointedly stared off towards the upper levels of the bazaar.

When Nia pulled back, she kept a firm grip on the back of the salvager's upper suit. Eyes half lidded and lips still puckered, to say Rex was in a daze would be a gross understatement. If Nia wasn't holding on, he probably would have forgotten to stand.

The Gormotti girl, her smile bright and sunny, let go of the plated suit. As predicted, Rex sunk to the floor in an undignified heap. It took another moment for the boy to come back around. Enough time for Nia to usher Kassandra a ways into the markets.

"Good talk Rex," the cat girl tossed over her shoulder, Kassandra barely able to suppress her giggles, "we should do it again sometime. Much later."

Rex could only stare as the two girls disappeared into the crowds. He continued to sit there, on the ground, as throngs of people navigated around him with curious stares towards the odd obstacle. After almost a minute of this, Dromarch came to sit beside him.

"Would you consider that a worthy amount of compensation from My Lady, Master Rex?"

The look the boy gave him bordered between utter stupefaction and the calm facade of a man poised to kill. Dromarch elected to scoot over slightly.


I like having Kassandra fill the role of "curious child" within our crew's "family dynamic." It just seems to fit her, what with her bright and sunny disposition, plus her utter ignorance of her own calamitous powers…

I can't say where the idea for making Dromarch be a sort of "confidant" for Kassandra came from. I suppose he is in this guardian role by default, first with Nia and then including Rex, so it comes naturally to him. He just edged out Azurda as the one I chose to have this small scene with our luckiest of gals!

Quick note here: the Dancing Djin constellation is a reference (and a near name drop) to Shantae, our favorite half genie hero!

The part where Dromarch "flows" his armor into place and Kassandra, drawing inspiration from him, forms a short cloak out of the darkness is just something I wanted to include early. In this world, I'm establishing that Blades have evolved enough to be able to craft more mundane things, i.e. clothing, out of their elements. Really just an excuse to get our Blade characters in multiple outfits. We'll be meeting a character much later who makes more extensive use of this ability.

The whole sequence with the dying titan is a fair bit more perilous this time around. Extra crew means extra danger, way I sees it! Gotta balance out the difficulty! We know from the end of the game that the cloud sea is essentially a mass of nanomachines, constantly breaking apart inanimate matter and assembling the various trinkets and knick knacks that Rex salvages up. Still, it does operate much like water… so one has to wonder why Water Blades don't ever try to control/manipulate it. In my interpretation, the cloud sea possesses and actual degree of "will," similar to how the ocean is depicted in Jim Butcher's Codex Alera series. There, the ocean is essentially just one massive and ancient spirit/fury, not exactly the kind of thing that a single, "mortal" entity could hope to tame.

And even with all that working against her, Nia still manages the feat! Always remember that Nia is a damn strong Blade… and fighting for your loved ones can't hurt her resolve.

Oh yeah, Rex and Nia. Yep, that's one pairing confirmed right there.

Yes, I named a character Bobobo. Yes, it is going to be a fucking trip. You. Are. Welcome.

Coming right up: a tour of Argentum and some of its more notable inhabitants (Bo-bobo!), some familiar shady characters appear… along with some not-so-familiar shady characters. The flow of fate is shifting…