CHAPTER XXXIII: In the name of Truth.
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CHAPTER XXXIII: In the name of Truth.
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"Aw, understandably, madam supreme guardian! But if ever you change your mind, Sampo Koski's your man! The world of synthesis is filled with so much potential, sometimes you just gotta throw things together with a bit of imaginative flair and see where it takes you, hehehe!~"
Okay but actually, having her as a client? Might not be so bad?? But if she so much as never looked at Sampo twice after this incidental crossing, that'd be A-OK, one hundred percent fine by him too.
Wait. Was it an incidental crossing? Eek! What if she's here to punt his sorry hide back to the Underworld? She wouldn't⌠would she? Especially during a festival of warmth and friendship and all that cheesy stuff? ⌠. . .
Wait.
' Small business. ' The way she puts it is borderline insulting, especially with how innocent it sounds coming out of her mouth-
But wait! It gets better!
"The. Heart of a young ladyâŚ"
What?????
A-huh??
"Ahahaha!! Yes, yes, of course! You're really taking thie 'mingling with your people' bit seriously huh ha ha I mean- I feel like I understand you a bit better now, madam. Truly, this conversation has been, ehm, enlighteningâŚ"
Nope. Still terrifying. Seriously, what does she Want with him?!
(Has she busted him for some old shenanigans he'd thought buried and forgotten? Surely not - he is Sampo Koski!)
Hands steeple together. Okay. All right. This is still comebackable. Probably.
"Woullllld it be all right, madam supreme guardian, if I gifted this to you?" It's just a trinket, really, but one man's garbage is ever anotherâs treasure. Sampo knows that better than anybody. And if it's caught ma'am eye, who is he to judge? Maybe she'll even lead a brand new trend, and the cute (?) lil buggers will catch fire like those weird monkeys in Penacony⌠Belobog doesn't have a mascot yet, right? Maybe it could use a mascot---
A man can dream, all right? "No catch! You don't even have to tell anyone where you got it if that'd compromise your illustrious reputation any - Sampo can make it work, hehe. No sweat!"
It took a lot for Bronya to not burst laughing right then and there. Sampoâs clear nerves towards interacting with the âSupreme Guardianâ had been endearing in their own way, so much so that it almost made Bronya feel bad for messing with him. Almost. It was still Sampoâs fault that he didnât seem to remember the more intricate details of what the actual Supreme Guardian looked like, and for trying to scam her. But, this could be useful in its own right- learning more about synthesis wouldnât exactly harm her, especially if Bronya never had her cover blown.
âWell of course I take âmingling with my peopleâ seriously. Iâd like to hope that Iâm more than just an unobtainable figure to the eyes of Belobog.â Though, this posed a question â what exactly was this planetâs version of Bronya like? Better yet, did she have a Seele at her side, too? What was she like? Had they met under different circumstances, Bronya would ask Sampo for all of this and more. Unfortunate it was that they met under false pretenses, as none of Bronyaâs curiosity about Bronya would be so easily satiated.Â
âAh-â sheâs caught off guard by the proposal of the little trinket as a gift. âDamn, heâs really trying to appeal to me. Is Bronya Rand that scary?â She clears her throat, gathering herself before breaking into a fit of giggles (which may honestly have made her appear scarier, if anything). â-How kind of you. You do understand the heart of a lady then. However, it wouldnât be right of me to accept such an adorable little thing without so much as providing compensation. Worse yet, without even so much as hinting towards foot traffic for your business endeavors.â
As much as Bronya wanted to believe that this was out of the goodness of Sampoâs heart, she more reasonably expected the purpose of pawning off this item as a âgiftâ, was to curry further favor with Bronya Rand. That much was clear, with Sampo offering this as a little secret between the two. âHe must have a nasty reputation, if he thinks the Supreme Guardian would be better off keeping this meeting a secret.â
âNo, no, I think Iâll promote you. Or at the very least, when asked, mention you. I wanna keep this little one at my side. Of course, thereâs the matter of payment as well â unless youâre truly gifting this to me?â A light chuckle leaves her lips; itâs playful, innocent in some way, though almost⌠knowing, if one were to look into it further.Â
She was serious about keeping it at her side, though. If not because Bronya genuinely found this trinket charming, then because she had zero intention of breaking into the Supreme Guardianâs office to leave it at her desk. Part of her felt as though a certain someone would give her a stern talking to had she done the latter.Â
the power of friendship, and this workshop i found.
non-commission | workshop wonders | bronya zaychik & aino
despite the little girl's small stature, it felt like she was watching bronya with a gaze made of steel. speaking of which - there is a bunch of things at this workshop's terminal that could be deemed dangerous. exposed wires in boxes, nails and screws unorganized in boxes, one of the robots nearby seemed to also be yelling at some smaller ones that were bothering it.
â 'cause it's my workshop. my craftshop. where i work. â Aino grumbled, arms still crossed as she spoke to convey such displeasure at needing to explain further. â are you a traveler? is that why you're so curious? â
then - at the mention of ineffa, she softens up considerably in stance, â ineffa is my most important family member. â she informs, raising a brow before changing her stance again. Aino's hands rest on her waist, â are you friends with ineffa? friends of ineffa are friends of mine. and enemies of ineffa are enemies of mine, but i can't imagine anyone who'd wanna get on our bad side. . . â
the caution comes back - the mechanical tail from behind the girl pokes out to the front, glaring as menacingly as a bright yellow, eyeless thing could - as bronya approaches. Aino tilts her chin up, standing tall as the visitor instead crouches. â . . . hehe, weeeelll, i'd be very happy to tell you about what i make here! just - lemme finish snacking, m'kay? won't be long. you can wait. . . uh, here! or around the craftshop. i'll find you, anyway. â
Aino turns around again to continue eating the sweets she got worried over earlier. a small hehehehe! could be heard from her before she scrambles to finish the sweets. loudly.
Part of her felt taken aback by the young girlâs confidence, while another part of Bronya felt⌠impressed? Running a whole workshop at a young age was not an easy feat, yet the sounds of machinery and robotics interacting in the background felt something of a normal, despite this being an unfamiliar environment for Bronya.Â
Honestly, it was better that this child found herself face first in nuts, bolts and other items of the kind, rather thanâŚ
âI am a traveler, and this is my first time in Nod Krai.â She bows, apologetically, realizing that she mightâve caused further offense to someone who didnât deserve it. âI didnât expect to see engineering at this level here. Itâs not often that you meet prodigies in their craft.â Bronya wondered, far in the back of her mind, whether someone like this little lady wouldâve thrived, had she been conscripted to be a Valkyrie for St. Freya. âTheresa would love to meet this girl, huhuhuâŚâÂ
Then, the mention of an important family member⌠and somewhat instinctively, Bronya raises her hands, shaking them as if to say âno, no, noâ â ânot necessarily friends, but most definitely not enemies, either, I swear.â Unless, somehow, Bronya misremembered who she worked with that one time in PenaconyâŚ
But, the sudden invitation to simply⌠meander and explore, to pick and prodâŚÂ Bronya, who had a refined love and appreciation for engineering (despite being a game developer at present⌠perhaps all Herrschers of Reason had a love of understanding intricate systems and mechanics) felt like a kid in a candy store at the opportunity. First, she mouths something of an âokay, thank youâ to the little girl, before approaching the seemingly annoyed robot, bowing before it and donning a smile.
âPardon me for intruding, but might I ask you more about⌠you? And this place? And the Little One in charge of things here?â Her voice was a hush, though it still carried respect. Of all people, it was not surprising that Bronya carried a deep respect for robotics of all kinds, after all her age was one of machinery as well. Even if not to the same extent of the Previous Era, the Current Era was nothing to sneeze at â and the Herrscher of Truth who first learned to understand her powers by dismantling and reassembling a pistol⌠machines and similar systems would always earn Bronyaâs respect. âI would like to gather a little more information before talking to her properly.â
is this because of the honkai?
commission: destruction | empyrea commission w/ bronya and raiden mei
Bronya could probably tell by the look on her face -- Mei was clearly a little bummed about how the vacation plan didn't work out , who wouldn't be ? but her priority was focusing on much more important matters , there were still people injured and a mystery she hasn't even begun to properly understand .
" Truth be told , I didn't get the chance to learn a whole lot about them , when I had started actually learning about it , the hotel began completely collapsing . . . " she admitted , a relieved sigh escaping as the two were finally a little more alone now , the crowd of people becoming quickly overwhelming for her .
" If I remember what he said . . . the stellaron is something akin to a world ending threat , it could cause entire planets to explode , freeze over , you name it , it brought sorts of disasters , it could be used for terrible things in the wrong hands , I don't know if it's a good comparison , but . . . imagine a ball of Honkai Energy overflowing and erupting , that's the mental image of it , in my head , at least . "
recalling the most she could from the explanation Ratio had given , hoping it would be enough to give Bronya a proper idea , though tilting her head once she apologized . " Oh , please , it's not your fault we met like this , chaos just seems to follow me where I go , huh ? "
she falls silent momentarily after she apologized , gazing off for a moment , there were certainly plenty of thoughts running through her head , trying to piece together so many different parts of this puzzle , but coming up blank .
" Ah ? what do you have to thank me for . . . ? "
Bronya leans in, as her friend begins to divulge, and in those subtle ways, the Valkyrie makes it obvious that Mei has her full attention. Her eyes never leave Meiâs face, and Bronyaâs expression remains neutral, though focused in that way that it does when sheâs gathering information. Her arms unfurl, hands now set on her lap to present as interested, rather than carrying a misplaced disinterest.Â
Of course, Bronya presumed that Mei knew of these little quirks of hers â their friendship spanned the better part of a decade, after all. There were few others in the world who could understand Bronya Zaychik like Raiden Mei had (and Kiana Kaslana, but she isnât here at present, and Bronya would first throw herself headfirst into the depths of hell than give Kiana that moment of satisfaction) had. âHrmâŚâ
The grunt was borne from concern; the Destructive nature of the Stellaron really had sounded all too familiar to the Honkaiâs wrath. The fact that Mei had directly compared it to an eruption confirmed those terrifying concerns. âThe Stellaronâs similarities to the Honkai makes offering relief efforts easier⌠but brews concern. To think that the Honkai couldâve reached as far as this side of Sol⌠Damn it.â Realization sinks in with each word, understanding that the Honkai truly shall never cease its wanton evisceration. âIâd like to ask who this man you spoke to was. I wish to have a word with him to garner more information.â
Then, Bronya is caught off guard- Meiâs dismissal of Bronyaâs apology and thanks were shocking, though she couldnât put into words why. The normally collected Bronya stammers, âW-Well, IâŚâ clearly uncertain of what she wanted to say, or why she felt the need to almost justify herself at all. âSorry that you had to go through this.â âand that I couldnât have been there to help.â âAnd thank you for being so co-operative.â A sigh escapes Bronyaâs lips, as she hops off of the ledge, stretching once she finds her landing. âWould it be too much to ask you to help with the relief efforts? If not to potentially find more clues thatâll aid us in the long run, then to steal some more of your free time for the time being?â
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Itâs a nice day outside. Or, well, Dahlia was aware that he would often, if not always consider it a nice day outside- but that did not stop him from thinking so. Then, of course, because it is a nice day outside, he should therefore spend it outside, so as to not waste the blessings of the weather.
It was, not coincidentally, a day in which he was relieved of his duties in leading morning prayers, and he had busied himself instead by speaking to those who similarly had chosen to not attend church this morning- especially those, he found, who had problems that would be easily solved should they simply give them a voice.
Whether routine or irregular, Dahlia listens to them all, occasionally offering advice- though sometimes he finds it is better to simply offer a listening ear. Regardless, there are many who appreciate a word of concern, and he is happy to oblige.
Of course, the trust that the people of Mondstadt put into him is not shared with those who come from beyond its borders- but he is not one to simply leave them to their troubles because of it. One such stranger mills about the plaza, clearly troubled about one thing or another.
âGreetings, stranger! Am I correct in assuming that you are not from around here?â The Deacon approaches with the ease of someone who knows those who belong to his congregation like the back of his hand, âI canât help but notice that youâve been pacing at our entrance for a while now- whatâs on your mind?â
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  Steady, hurried footsteps, one set after the other before Mondstatâs Church of Favonius are soon brought to a halt at the call of an unfamiliar voice. Bronyaâs head turns to face the source: a priest. A friendly sort yet one who seemed to carry some form of authority â how much, though, was something that could not immediately be answered. She fully turns to face the younger man speaking to her, and offers a bow.Â
  âI apologize,â she states, rather than offering verbal greetings of any sort. Bronya had a reason to pace around outside of the Church of Favonius â she read that in older times, Churches acted as an institution of a therapeutic sort, alongside their pious practices. Of course, any sort of therapy was easily afforded back at home- that much wasnât a concern. HoweverâŚ
  Her issues lay mostly within Mondstadtâs walls. So it would be easier to have that discussion with someone from there, rather than a therapist from home, who may look at her with a bit of insanity (especially if she divulged the extent of how vast the universe truly was).
  She stands upright from her bow. âTo answer your question-â She halts, trying to find the proper words. Bronya understood her issue, of course, for she understood her own mind better than anyone else. But she didnât want to delve right into it- after all, even if this priest likely would be doing his job by listening. It was still rude to launch into the crux of the issue without any sort of hesitation. âWould it be okay to talk inside of the Church? Outside feels⌠open. More open than necessary.â A few moments pass by, before she adds a correction. âAh- there is no imminent danger or anything. I just have a personal matter, and I donât know who else to talk to about it other than a priest.â

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can i borrow those treasure hoarders for a sec?
commission: elation | 'fools! bumbling, greedy fools!' | bronya zaychik / dahlia
  Mondstadtâs winds flowed freely beneath the radiance of the afternoon sun, though unfortunately there was difficulty in enjoying that radiant embrace. Bronya ran through the City of Freedom, clearly looking for something with clear alertness.Â
  More specifically, she was on the hunt for Treasure Hoarders who had managed to escape from the Chasm, and make their way to Mondâs walls with their absconded riches. The hunt to even find them to begin with was a hassle â a wild goose chase, ultimately resulting in those damned Hoarders utilizing the paranoia wrought by the surrounding rumors to catapult their escape. The fact that Bronya found herself willing to chase them all the way to Mondstadt was more than impressive, and all the more proof of the Treasure Hoarderâs annoying tenacity, given that they had escaped across (somewhat nonexistent) national borders. âFuck,â Bronya cursed to herself, hoping no one else had heard her utterance of such uncouth language. She scanned the area, trying to find where the Treasure Hoarders couldâve gone, and when she couldnât pick up on any tracks an audible sigh escaped her lips.Â
  Somehow, they managed to cover their tracks well enough to escape Bronyaâs ire. She simply would not let that slide.Â
  She began to quietly ask around town, asking idle citizens if anyone had come into the city recently â of course, with how busy Mondstadt tended to be (especially for its size), no one seemed to immediately notice âPeople come and go all the time!â seemed to be an unfortunately common sentiment. Slowly, though, Bronya rose throughout the city â and with each level, she continued to garner no meaningful answer, until a passerby mentioned a few guys wanting to âseek absolutionâ recently. âThe Church of Favonius!â And, within moments, Bronya found herself at the churchâs doors, though as she was gearing to head in â a familiar face seemed to enter her vision. âDeacon-!âÂ
  With a pep in her step, Bronya approached the Deacon, Dahlia, and bowed (like she probably had plenty of times already to other denizens of Mondstadt), taking a moment to ignore the nature of their initial counter that lingered in the air. âDeacon,â her voice was calm as she repeated his title, though there was a considerable breathlessness to the tone, âa few Treasure Hoarders from Liyue are somewhere in the Church of Favonius. Could you help me find them and arrest them?â
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commission / elation | 'so much for keeping back the fragmentum huh.' | bronya / xiao
  The remnants of the Destruction that wreaked havoc in the tail-end of Belobogâs festival was felt even as more days passed since Donnieâs weak âthank youâ speech. God knows that Bronya still felt the weight of the Fragmentumâs toll, though it was likely more accurate for her to say that there was a sort of mental weight rather than a physical weight.
  Guilt at the inability to protect was all consuming, especially for someone who sought to do all that she could to protect. Maybe that was why she still remained in Belobog to assist in the relief efforts, though it wouldnât be hard to argue that sheâd still be here even if she hadnât felt guilty for her perceived failures. The Fragmentum, and the Destruction by extension, were too similar to the Honkai for her to ignore. âBelobog was impacted by a Stellaron too, if I remember from that Museum⌠thatâs why the Fragmentum is here.â Bronya recalled a conversation with Mei regarding the Stellaron on the planet Empyrea, âEmpyreaâs destruction and the Fragmentum here both feel similar to a Honkai Eruption⌠but I cannot be too sure.â Because of that, Bronya found herself ready to take a closer look at the Fragmentum, even if that may have been a considerably bad idea.
  She wouldnât allow herself to go alone, though. There was benefit to exploring in numbers, especially when it came to the Honkai. She fought far too many battles against it over the past decade to underestimate something even slightly similar to it, even if that similarity lies in concept more than anything. However, as she waded through the crowd of Belobogians offering relief aid, no one seemed to stand out at attention to her â they all seemed frail, in the event of a battle.Â
  That was, of course, until Bronya spotted an unfamiliar head of dark-green hair. The stature of one not too significantly shorter than she, but still carried a significant fierceness in their eyes. She approached, bowing before the unfamiliar figure in the crowd. âExcuse me,â her voice was polite â perhaps that was unbecoming of a warrior, but that did not matter to her, âI plan to investigate more of the Destruction out in the field it⌠reminds me of something from back in my home. Would you come with me? It would be considerably dangerous to go alone.â
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Solwarm Festival Stamps! - Bronya Zaychik | Administrative District
Snow Plains: Kinich, Gepard Landau, March 7th Museum: Aglaea Fight Club: Otto Apocalypse, Mydei Robot Settlement: Citlali, Venti, Robin Administrative District (you're here!): Dr. MEI
EVENTS // Trotter Race: Qualifiers, Semis, Finals Operation Fragmentum: Board A - Bronya & Mei!
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the ethics behind umamusume.
commission: destruction | wubbabo racing | bronya zaychik & kafka
Kafka turned the offered names over like coins, testing their bite. Wolfie had drawn a blushâcurrency that would appreciate if spent sparingly. Bronya was what the woman had given her, but the Stellaron Hunter wasn't inclined to gift her the privilege so easily. Best to keep the shinier coin tucked away for now.
Still, her favorite hacker's doppleganger was interesting. She'd reclaimed her composure quickly despite being flustered, maintained her curiosity about the event despite how vague the cost would be. All useful traits for a second pair of eyes, a second heartbeat to siphon attention while Kafka claimed her quarry.
The risk lied in this older wolf's natureâif she turned out to be more of a rabbit, she might balk when the favor's teeth showed. Still⌠the calculus of entertainment favored a little danger. Pretending to 'audit' the Wubbaboo ring had its charms, but so did seeing if she could nudge this look-alike into becoming an accessory to larceny.
"Kafka," she supplied, mouth curving with lazy amusement. "I know you aren't my Wolfie⌠but I'm curious how you'd hold up in a friendly wager."
She tipped her chin toward the door. "They're racing Heliobi. I can get you past the door, if you pick a winning favorite for the racesâbest two of three sounds fair enough, doesn't it? Loser buys the winner a round of drinks."
  The tone that carried in this strange womanâs voice furthered Bronyaâs previous assertion of the danger she might pose. Kafka, the familial name of a famed author where she hails from, yet here she seemed to be someone to be wary of. The amused curl of her lip would make the average individualâs hair stand on end. Fortunately, Bronya was not the average person.Â
  Resting a hand on her hip, Bronyaâs lips remained without any sort of curvature â âso in exchange for getting me in there⌠you want me to participate with you?â It seemed so simple, and alongside that errant simplicity, Kafka confirmed to Bronya what had been going on in those closed doors. Unless, of course, she was lying. It wouldnât hurt to lean into the possibility of truth, though- after all what would that make Bronyaâs title?Â
  She leaned in, drawing ever closer to the mulberry twine of danger and lies that stood before her. Bronya would walk into the den of the predator, ever confident in her safety to see the end of it all. Besides, she was a woman of curiosity, and she wouldnât allow this Kafka to deter her by any means. âThatâs fine. What do you need me to do, Kafka?â Though the name was wholly unfamiliar, sans that famed author, Bronya wondered if Kafka felt a sense of familiarity, hearing her name said in what she could only imagine as a similar voice to her companion.Â
  Stepping to the side, Bronya gestured to the two guards that stood at attention. That famed author penned a story once, painting the dangers of knocking on unfamiliar doors. It was ironic now, that Bronya would do exactly what that story warned against, with one who bears that very same name as the author. âIâm all yours for this âmissionâ.â

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[ HUâSNOWBALL ]
For a time, the world had been narrowed to the quiet press of warmth at her side. Aglaea sat with her designated companion, their shoulders and hips neatly alined. Under the layers of fabric, the woman beside her felt pleasantly solid, radiating heat in slow, steady waves that sapped away the chill that had settled into her bones.
Something pricked at golden threads, and the Goldweaver turned her head just slightly to acknowledge itâand the impact landed with a wet thwump that stilled her.
For one absurd heartbeat, she simply sat there, a perfect statue wearing a crown of rapidly melting snow. It was packed cold and damp against her lashes, wetness sliding down the bridge of her nose, trailing over her lips before dropping in slow, traitorous plops onto the swell of her chest and then her lap.
Carefully, she lifted her hands and cleared the snow from her eyes, blinking away the last clinging crystals as the battlefield of children, teenagers, and a smattering of adults resolved into focus once more.
"Well now," she murmured, voice low and amused as she gathered the remaining clump that had collected against her bodice and in the fold of her dress. It was half-slush by the time she coaxed it into her palms, but still cold enough to bite as she leaned over Bronya.
"It seems we've been drafted."
A flicker of mischief slipped into her smile, and Aglaea inverted her hands and plopped the soggy mass squarely atop Bronya's head.
The Herrscher of Truth doesnât exactly remember how she found herself dancing betwixt the warmth of another, but what she does know is the pleasantries of the feeling wasnât something she wished to let go of. It was weird, normally she had been fine without contact, for it wasnât something of a necessity to her, yet as the woman painted in illustrious gold radiated at her side, silent, calm, Bronya couldnât help but enjoy every moment of it.
Yet, when that steady warmth had a sudden rush of cold unwelcomingly introduced to it, Bronya found herself snapping to attention. It was the golden voice that calmly lulled Bronya that sang in her ears tell of what had happened. Of course, even without her interjection, Bronya would understand that they had been hit with a snowball. An awkward laugh escaped her lips, and soon she was already packing together a snowball of revenge.Â
âI guess we have been-â the sentence is soon cut off, as Aglaea pours a mass of snow atop of Bronyaâs head. â...drafted. Though, it would seem like youâre already turning against your fellow soldier in arms.â With the packed snowball in her hand, Bronya played it forward- pressing the little balled mass of snow squarely into Aglaeaâs face. A chuckle escaped her lips as she had, teasing the golden flower before her. âWell, silver and gold do go together, so I suppose white and gold should be a perfect mix as well. You look nice, covered in snow, Miss Aglaea.â
[ REPAIR ] - the fires won't stay burning forever, and every able body is being called upon to try and get some heat back into these streets. whether you've been tasked to try your hand at repairing broken geomarrow heaters, or sent down to the mines to help keep it flowing up to those that still work, it's all hands on deck for as long as anyone can stand to bear the chill.
volunteers with the patience to try their hand at repairing (or rather, often, further breaking) broken machinery â are few and far between. so the strangers around you change in unpredictable intervals, faces blurring as they come and go.
when â as you reach for the next machine to fix â you realize that all of the ones that you had volunteered yourself for have been fixed, you finally let go of a breath you haven't realized you've been holding. you take a step back, then collect yourself in preparation to go retrieve another haul. that's when you see it â mechanical parts, appearing out of thin air, floating briefly, above a woman's hand.
who is she? bringing one of the smaller, broken machines with you, you settle next to her workstation and smile, âhello, i noticed you were creating spare parts, and ... i can't find anything that'll work with this one.â you gesture toward the machine's mangled internals, the once-frosted-over gears that now don't match, anymore. their pattern is more specialized, thinner, smaller in size than the spares available. âwould you be able to help?â
The calling of a familiarly strange voice causes Bronya to snap to attention. Bronya had remembered the woman who shared the uncanny visage of her best friend. Though, while everything about the two women remained ever so disturbingly similar, even down to those eyes that shared the same hue as Raiden Meiâs, Bronya still understood that the doctor that called for her assistance was not the one she had fought alongside for well over a decade now.
It was uncomfortable, but that didnât matter at the moment. She had been asking Bronya for assistance, which that too raised a bigger problem for the Herrscher of Truth:
She didnât know how to make the exact parts that this Mei seemed to need. Each of the parts she had created prior seemed to be simple enough, easy to work with from the perspective of a mechanic. However, the one that this stranger had presented Bronya withâŚÂ âAllow me to take a look.âÂ
Peering into the machine itself, scrutinizing every part she was feasibly able to, it seemed as though Bronya did not carry the necessary knowledge to create the proper part required. In fact, it reminded her of that time she had to learn each individual part of a pistol, before she was able to properly craft a functioning one. A sigh of relief stained the still-air, as she remembered the first lessons Welt Yang had taught Bronya Zaychik, when she initially became the Herrscher of Reason.Â
âI wonât⌠be able to do this easily, admittedly. However, if you donât mind- we could take it apart together? If I am able to do that, I might be able to make the part you need, or create a newly functioning version of this machine altogether. It might take a lot of effort, howeverâŚâ
PLAZA. / march 7th weaves through the crowd like she's lived among them all her lifeâducking beneath outstretched arms, twisting around groups of families, skipping to the side of some running children. she performs tricks with six-phased ice for the kids who catch her sculpting and calls back greetings to familiar vendors that call out her name when she carries along on her way.
today, belobog is just so aliveâwhere else in the universe would she want to be?
âtake some extra, miss march! for your fellow nameless too, i insist!â well. maybe not right here. it's not that she doesn't appreciate it, it's justâ!
âum, it's really okay! this is more than enough!â like, it's really, really okay. her arms are already way too full, but all she gets is another souvenir piled onto her already towering pile for her troubles. she peers over the boxes and bags in her arms in search of help, andâ
âah, bronya! i've been looking for you!â well, it's not a lieâmarch had been planning to find all their friends from belobog eventually. and now she'll even have some gifts to give away when she does. âsorry, gotta go, but thanks!â
it's a bit of a comical sight, the nameless now dashing through those same crowds trying desperately not to drop anything in her arms. âum, do you want any of these? you can take whatever you wantâthere's no way i'll have room for all of this on the express. i sort of lost track after a while but i think there's some ribbons that would look nice in your hair! oh, but don't take the journal, please, i'd like another one...â
well. it seems the nameless might be a bit too preoccupied with ridding herself of some of the things in her arms to notice her mistake.
  Wading through the crowd of those gathered in grand celebration, Bronya seemed to be searching for something. A stall, perhaps? Or something similar illustrating her time spent on Belobog? She wanted to be able to take something home, an item to place on her desk back in the office â another memento of time well spent.Â
  And as luck would have it, the bounding presence of a youth speaking with one-sided familiarity approached her, with many items in hand. Of course, Bronya found it difficult to not laugh as the young woman approached, nearly spilling everything in hand, but she held it together. âLet me help you out-â Bronya began to grab a few things from this bubbly pink youthâs arms, and it became increasingly clear just how much was thrust upon her. âDid she buy all these herselfâŚ? I can think of a young Valkyrie that might like this girlâŚâ Bronya shook her head, dispersing the exhausting image of this pink youth and Carole ever interacting.Â
  Feeling as though she carried a significant amount of stuff now, Bronya sighed in relief. âNow, I feel as though I should correct something.â She gave an awkward smile, maybe ever so slightly guilt ridden regarding the mistake, âI believe you have me confused with someone else. My name is Bronya, Iâm just not the Bronya you knowâŚâ Despite that, even if she wasnât the Bronya that this girl seemed to be rather significantly acquainted with, Bronya still wanted to be of help wherever she could be.Â
  And, of course, she wanted to take some of the trinkets home. She was already looking for a few mementos anyway. âIf⌠itâs okay though, I would love to take some of these off of your hands. I can even repay you, since youâd be giving these things away from a stranger. Do you like plushies? I know a good few plushie sellers back at home.â
alright, let's do this one last time.
operation âž fragmentum | group A | bronya zaychik // raiden mei
" Frustratingly enough , I don't think we have much of a choice here . " some of the last few enemies began closing in on the two girls in their now weakened state , they clearly realized just how bad it had been getting for them " I would rather not , but there's not much else we can do ! " the shade was coming at them without much hesitation , but Mei was able to raise her winged blades to try and block the hit , but it manages to swing right through her weapons , luckily she had Bronya to blast it through the head , watching it burn up in an instant , one more down . . .
but with her being so off guard with all the hits to them weakening her , she was off her game , taking a dangerous enough hit that nearly makes her stumble . . . the one shade they killed opened up a path behind them , looking to Bronya , her breathing heavy .
" Bronya . . . I can't take another hit , I'm already in a poor state -- we've got to go , now ! " you know it's bad if Mei is admitting defeat , holding her arm , hand over the wound recently delivered to her , she's clearly in a weaker state then some of these shades , once her teammate was ready , breaking out into a sprint , going as fast as she was able to muster in this state .
night three , the group returns to base camp .
The night ends in frustrating defeat, yet victory could be found in that very same loss. As Bronya joins Mei in a sprint back towards the Base Camp, she looks back. Despite the loss, it was evident that the numbers of the Fragmentum that still walked through the streets were less than before. She would rather stay and fight, but even she has to understand when to bow out.Â
And she wouldnât want to drag Mei down further, after all what proper partner would see that as a good idea? âWhen we return, let me tend to your wounds.â There was an âitâs the least I could doâ that remained unspoken.
night 4 beginsâŚ
After time spent patching each other up to the best of their capabilities, Bronya took a deep breath. âThe enemy forces are even less now than they had been nights prior.â She nods, a little relieved with this fact in mind. âI⌠donât think weâre in very good standing, even with the bit of patchwork we were able to do. A bit of rest would do us some goodâŚâ It was the more responsible decision she could make, especially after encouraging moments of irresponsibility last night. âWe can travel to the first block, and find a bit of respite there. Then, after that, we can figure out what our approach should be.â
Nodding, the two women make their way over to the first block. The fifteen minutes of travel was something they gradually grew more accustomed to, as this was not the first time such a trip had to have been made. When they reached the first block, though a few enemies had been roaming the area, Bronya didnât pay them any mind as she set up the campfire. âWhen this is all said and done, we should really get something to eat togetherâŚâ
night 4 | five hours, and forty five minutes remainâŚ
alright, let's do this one last time.
operation âž fragmentum | group A | bronya zaychik // raiden mei
Bronya was right , a plan wasn't going to be so useful with all of the unexpected factors coming in , just about nothing has been going according to plan as of late , winging it seeming to be a much more effective strategy , but having a general idea was much more effective . " Take out their power in numbers , then focus the big ones when they're secluded , when we can focus all of our efforts into it , right ? "
Mei showed a similar calm , the words going unspoken as the two set off , they knew each other well enough to be able to just tell those little things , which definitely helped in situations like this .
it didn't take long for the enemies to begin rushing them down , they'd likely witnessed their feats the prior nights and decided to take them out before more trouble could be caused , but the girls were ready , slicing through the enemies with her blade like butter , the shouts from her teammate helping her even more , a perfect duo , perfectly in sync -- as if they'd entered a flow state tonight , in a mere two hours , striking down three -- in such short time , they'd begin dropping the enemies numbers .
" No reason to stop now ! " it's as if they were walking right into their graves , meeting their makers as the Frostspawn tried their best to swarm them , but unscathed , the girls danced through their attacks like it was a routine they'd practiced for years , like they knew every step they were going to take eons before the time to move actually arrived , the gap in power between a lowly spawn and the two Herrschers growing further and further .
the two were weakened down with ease , as the two tried to rush Mei in unison -- as if time itself had frozen , Mei was able to put her herrscher powers to use and flow right between them , moving as her blade sliced down one of the two , the other finished off by Bronya without so much as a scratch .
aren't they getting tired of rushing them so quickly ? at this point , she's able to easily predict the speed at which these ones come flying at her , landing a heavy wound with such a coordinated strike to the wing . " That makes five and a half , you're not gonna slow down on me , right , Bronya ? " calling out to her teammate in a teasing way , she knows the answer already , but she's sure Bronya won't mind the encouraging little nudge .
third night , four hours remain .
âOf course not,â Bronya remarks, matter of factly, âif we lose our momentum now then-â
An attack, one made in anticipation, cut off their conversation. An Ice out of Space, weakened but still swinging with full force as though it were making its own sort of last stand, struck the two women with an unexpected strength. Still dazed, Bronya stood back up, gritting her teeth from the pain. Helping her partner to her feet, Bronyaâs voice is quiet, still from the attack just now. âWe should⌠finish this thing off.â And, with strength still gathered in their mutual plight, they had. A dancer, even whilst injured, is still an expert in their craft, and soon the Ice out of Space, hanging on for its life, was brought to its much deserved grave.Â
Another Frostspawn stood behind it, and a Shade next to that one. âHm⌠we still shouldnât stop now. However many we can take out tonight will be helpful for when we return tomorrow.â And with such a declaration, the two women attack the enemies before them. The Frostspawn briefly nicks them both, but even that doesnât dispel their fervor. Soon, that Frostspawn is brought to join the Ice out of Space, and with enough strength behind the two womenâs attacks, the Shade is brought to similar dire straits.Â
âThat Shade is weak⌠good.â Bronya takes a breath, and turns to face her partner, pain in her expression. âMei, your call. We retreat back to the camp, or we continue until the night ends. You know my personal opinion, though I would not follow through were you against continuing on.â
night three | two hours remainingâŚ

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alright, let's do this one last time.
operation âž fragmentum | group A | bronya zaychik // raiden mei
" We don't have much time left in the night , do we ? let's make the most of it , Bronya ! " even if the approach of dawn is close approaching , Mei had no intentions of slowing down despite how hard they strike , despite how many try to swarm them , she was ready to take them head on .
and this time ? she had no intention of getting as beat up as before , taking what shots she can at the Ice out of Space before moving on to the nearest enemy -- Bronya can likely tell Meis energy for the night is starting to waver , having nearly been engaged in battles or running for six whole hours . . . is gonna start wearing you down , Herrscher or not .
clashing with the incoming Frostspawn , doing well to dodge the attack patterns she's gotten so used to , with the continued support of Bronya , she'd pick up the pace -- in the blink of an eye , landing the finishing blow on it , given no time to breathe as her winged blades fly up to block the enemy that came flying at her , throwing it off to allow Bronya a few shots on it .
out of the corner of her eye . . . even though the enemy was weakened -- she spotted a crate sitting by its lonesome , frozen over for the most part , but recognizable enough , it was a crate of rations , something she couldn't ignore .
" Bronya , we can come back for them , we should get this thing out before they get to it ! " although you could take it as if Mei was running from the fight , she ran over to pick up the crate of rations and sheathing her blade , knowing that if she needed , Bronya would be there to give her covering fire , beginning their return to basecamp with the haul that was starting to weigh them down .
second night , times up .
âRight.â Bronya nods, allowing Falcon Flare to become a firearm once more. Resources as the sun came to rise once more was key, and could be passed around to anyone back at base camp and within the city. Bronya understood that, as they made their way back to the camp, this too was a tactical retreat of sorts, as a result of being overwhelmed. There were waves of enemies lurking within each corner, beneath each shadow. She couldnât tell the number by a glance, snow obstructing the vision at the most inopportune of timesâŚ
âŚSo she understood that such an assessment on the state of the second block could only be determined by the third nightâs fall.Â
night 3 beginsâŚ.
The sun falls for the third time, and the embrace of nightâs fall graces those who wish to protect those Belobogians who lay in fear for what is to come. Some set out first, taking their own preparations to attack. While on site. Bronya chooses to stretch, as she turns to face her partner for another night. âItâs time. I donât think we should come up with a planâŚâ The prior night, Bronya assessed to herself that the second night was overtaken by the Fragmentum. Were her assessment to hold true, any plan would fall flat in the face of overwhelming numbers.Â
Because of that, âI do still believe we should first try to take down any of the little ones that are there. The bigger enemies could come after.â Nodding, Bronya brings her weapon to be at the ready. She gives her partner a look, one claiming preparedness for the night to come, without so much as uttering that very confirmation.Â
And after that, they set off. A fifteen minute walk soon brought them back to the second block. The moment they set their foot into enemy territory, a Frostspawn made its way to attack. Though anticipating the possibility, Bronya was alert â âon your left!â â she calls out, giving Mei ample time to react and counter the Frostspawn, and Bronya even sighs in relief to herself as she notices her partner nick the creature with her blade. âLetâs do this.â
The first Frostspawn that attacked was dispatched quickly, with Bronya providing cover fire to Mei as she routed the enemy. Though the fight started off light, the two women quickly began to dominate the opposition, soon dispatching the Fragmentum as quickly as it had approached. Then, two more showed up, as though they were prepared to avenge their friend. âThat makes this easier, at least.âÂ
Those two were swiftly dispatched as well. Falcon Flare becomes a blade once more, and the two warriors rout the enemies in collaboration, as they had each night prior and many more years prior. Of the two new Frostspawn, one swiftly falls, and soon, the second falls thereafter. They were on a roll, a focus in their eyes indicative of the experience gained from the nights prior. âThree down, many more to come. Letâs continue, shall we?â
night three | 6 hours remainingâŚ
alright, let's do this one last time.
operation âž fragmentum | group A | bronya zaychik // raiden mei
although still fairly beat up from the fights , the much needed rest definitely gave the two girls a second wind , more prepared to face this next night , even if in a weakened state , they were still prepared to take on whatever it may be , Mei looked over her shoulder , taking a look at the map Bronya was drawing up for the two of them . " It wouldn't hurt , we were able to make fairly quick work of the first block we visited in that night , so here's hoping if we move in early , we can get more work done here . "
it didn't take long for the two to swing into action , from the moment they entered , Mei had barely waited for Bronya to give the word before drawing her blade and rushing into battle , giving a show of that speed paired with the mantle of origin , yet even with that power -- this specific enemy did wonders to wear the two down again , but they manage to dispatch it rather quickly , slicing the enemy down much easier with the help of the other pair . " just what fuels these things ? their aggression is surprising . . . " if she'd be able to encounter that man again , perhaps the one who filled her in on the knowledge of the fragmentum in the first place can give her a lesson about the monsters that come from it .
just like before , before she's unable to properly finish her thought before more of the enemies begin closing in , eyes locked on the two opposing Frostspawn , if she wasn't given the courtesy to properly think ? neither would these beasts -- if they were even capable of such , she'd rush forward , taking advantage of her enemies clumsy movements to get a quick strike in , to which Bronya seems to be able to follow rather quickly , the two moving in near perfect synergy to be able to strike down the two enemies trying to swarm and surround them , able to take care of them before they became a proper threat to the girls .
lucky them to leave this battle unscathed despite their close calls , that was a blessing especially after all that's already happened to the pair tonight , quickly gathering the resources from the enemies and storing them away , staring out towards the group of enemies in the short distance away .
" Don't drop your guard , there's still plenty here to deal with . . . "
second night | four hours remain .
âRight!â Bronya nods at Meiâs order, and with a newfound energy Bronya rushes into battle once more, with her partner at her side as they quickly move through the frost of the third block, and into the chaos of the second. The number of enemies in the second block felt almost neverending, with each Shade and little fluttering spawn of ice seemingly coming from nowhere. Just the sight alone had Bronya feeling nigh overwhelmed.Â
That did not mean giving up, though.Â
Stealing her resolve, Bronya calls out, âthat Frostspawn is weak! Iâll goad it as a distraction â I trust your reflexes, Mei.â And quickly, with Truth firing warning shots to make herself an easier target, she watches as Origin follows through. Then, a Shade makes its unseemly appearance, and once again, Truth nods, wordlessly making quick work with Originâs blade at her side. They even slightly knick an Ice out of Space in that decisive strike, and Bronya is left panting at the end in response.Â
She looks up once more, gazing at the swarm of enemies lurking through the second block. Even now, it felt like there had been more, even compared to before. Bronyaâs grip around Falcon Flare tightens, and in the distance she can tell that the end of this night draws closer. âI think we⌠need to keep fighting- or at the very least stay here⌠so no more of the Fragmentum from the other blocks head our way, at the very leastâŚâ
second night | 2 hours remainâŚ