#chaineddaemon

This wasn’t the first, or the last time Magia would be chunked into a dumpster by General Loqi. He merely rolled his eyes and began to look around for his precious hat before he would dare to attempt to climb out. This time however just as he was about to stand up and open the lid to do just that, Loqi went and tossed in someone else with him, naturally colliding right on top of him.

With a yelp Magia couldn’t help but to blink once he got his bearings back, for it seemed Loqi had done him a favor and tossed the Lucian Prince in with him as well. Though perhaps the tiny General just wanted him off his back in the long run. Now he just needed to play his cards right…

Seven had no idea why or how he ended up in Zegnautus keep, but he had the feeling that he had been brought here for a dreadful reason. Only armed with his small handgun the clone slowly crept through the halls looking for an exit, using his barcode to access any area that he pleased, but quickly hid from any broken rougue MTs that were roaming about since he couldn’t bring himself to put them out of their misery at the time.

Gulping as he stepped around empty discarded MT shells on the floor the feeling of dread started to set in, feeling like this was where he was bound to meet his end since he had been deemed “defective” long ago. Slowly he peered around the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks as he watched a young man use terrifying magic to suck the remaining life out of an MT, making him drop his weapon and let out a horrified scream before taking off in the opposite direction.

With a solid way out still nowhere in sight, he ended up at a dead end and was sure that he was being followed. Whimpering fearfully he could only lift his metal arm in defense, firing off a few warning shots from the built-in gun that was now his only weapon.

Noctis: You do?