#executioner shida

The Old Units' Youth Potion: Part 2 (You try coming up with a better name)Imagine last time we saw our heroes (the old Units.) Shida, Weiss, and Bran are still arguing, Eltri's still rooted and stuck watching the argument, and Lorand and Grah are out parading as new Units. "Hey, how's it going?" Grah greets Lunaris, who stares at him funny. "Hello, what is up?" he says to a passing Elsel. "Why so sociable all of a sudden?" Lorand asks, his light blond hair fluttering behind him, attracting the eyes of other long-haired Units (mostly Atro and Alyut.)"The other warriors used to fear me on account of my terrifyingly old age," Grah chuckles. "I don't think it's your age...""Eh? Why else would Units act so fearful?""The cake incident?""Ah, right..." The duo come across the training hall and enter unconsciously. "Say, not-so-old chap, what say a round?"The Taskmaster smiles wryly, already snapping his fingers to summon his long sword. Grah does the same to summon his lance and sword. Some Units, such as the Six Heroes and other Heroes of Palmyna, take notice and watch along the sidelines. Lorand makes the first move, charging forward with speeds he hadn't reached since his youth. He didn't have to rely completely on the amount of force in his swing, as he was now able to handle quicker strikes. Grah blocks the blade with the staff of his lance, before stabbing low. Lorand, however, manages to sidestep in time to try another blow with a horizontal strike. Grah is too fast, and blocks again. He then switches to the offensive and prepares his lance. SHING!!In one swift motion, the silver-haired legendary warrior jabs right through Lorand, who could only lift his blade in time to not take the full effect as Grah skids to a stop behind him. "Nng! You've got a little more oomf in your step, haven't you?" Lorand smirks. "I haven't felt this nimble in a while," Grah nods. "I don't suppose you give up yet?""Not a chance!"SHING! Clack! Clang!"Those two are amazing!" Selena exclaims in wonder, watching on a bench. "Who are they, anyway?" Atro asks, skeptically. "I've never heard or seen anything of them...""Must be a new batch of surprise Units," Loch shrugs. "Hey, Loch..." Edea nudges. "Yeah?""The blond, long-haired one... Those robes look familiar... And that sword, too.""Oh yeah, they kinda look like Lorand's.""I never knew he had a son. Or...grandson, is it?""Oh, sweet!" Dean cuts in. "Gramps really was a Gramp?!"Clang!"Argh!"Lorand is on standing, still defiantly, but with his sword now flung from his hands. Grah stands triumphantly a few feet away, posing with his weapons in ready position. "Nice match," the Taskmaster nods. "I say the same to you." The two shake hands. The nine Heroes watching on the sideline come up to the pair, some excited and some still maintaining their interest."You two were amazing out there!" Eze laughs. "I'd say I've never seen anything like it, but...""Who are you guys anyway?" Vargas asks. "I-I mean, I don't mean to be rude, but... We never heard of any new Units joining.""I'm Grahhhh..." He trails off. "...aaaandmaster Silver," Grah finally decides. "And I'm... Landor...?""Nice to meet you, Landor and Graaaaaandmaster Silver," Dean grins widely. "Landor, is Lorand your Gramps?""It's a, um, complicated family relation.""Ah, ho ho!" Grah chortles. "Ah, Landor, we should go get lunch," he pulls the Fire Unit in closer, "so they don't find out about you-know-what...""Lunch?" Magress repeats. "We were about to get some as well, if you'd like to join us.""That's quite alri-""Nonsense," Lance says. "We'd love to get to know you two."The two old Units look at each other hesitantly as they're lead out of the training hall. Meanwhile, back in the lunchroom..."You really were always a prick, Shida!" Weiss angrily erupts. "You only care about yourself, don't you? It's your selfishness that caused the war in the first place!""That was never proven," the dark magician offhandedly remarks, more focused on polishing his staff."Fool!" Bran grumbles. "You should at least be thoughtful of your peers! See, this is why you never achieved the level of Rashil! Look at him now! He's on a horse!""As if I care. Look, the effects wear off at midnight. Go skateboard around the estate or something, you bumbling buffoons." Shida turns away with a scoff, leaving Weiss and Bran to exchange looks. Bran looks up thoughtfully, hand unconsciously stroking his now non-existent beard."Perhaps they have a 'dashing young adult' discount at the bakery-""Oh, enough with your bakery!" Weiss snaps. He gets up and starts to leave. "Now now, that's no way to talk to your former teacher!""Get away from me, old man!""Oh, were you talking to me? I'm not old.""Please leave me alone." As the youthful strategist leaves, he unknowingly passes the Heroes with the other two old-turned-young Units."Was that... Weiss?" Eze whispers to Lance. "Looks like it.""He looks...different. Must've finally gotten some work done at the salon."'... There's a salon?'"Hey, is that Bran?" Vargas asks. "Fools! Tell me, would you happen to know if the bakery's discount applies to young-looking seniors?""No...?""Hmph! I'm out!" With that, the young sage takes off in Weiss' direction. "What exactly... Where did his beard go?" Edea asks, utterly confused. "Wait, wait..." Loch waves his hands as if signaling a time-out. "So, he and Weiss look younger..." He turns to a noticeably nervous Lorand and Grah. "Lorand? Grahdens?""They got us.""There goes our fun...""What happened?!""Um, I could explain if you'd look over here..." they hear a voice call out. Their heads turn to a nearby window to find a skinny and small tree. "Eltri?!" Lance panics. "Is that you?!""Ah, thank you for noticing me. I thought I'd been forgotten..."Zephyr's Daily ShenanigansImagine Zephyr had always been watching the chaos of the estate unfold from the shadows. As some might remember, he likes to keep a journal of his findings each day.He lies on his stomach in bed, covers draped over him as he writes in his journal. "I decided it's too tiring to keep up with the dates," he writes. "As if I ever come back to these. Apparently today Shida turned some of those old folks young again. Heh. At this point anyone would assume it's Rashil's doing. But I can testify that he was trying to joust with Sodis again."Imagine earlier that day, Zephyr was watching the lakeside from the roof of the main building, binoculars in hand."Last time we were interrupted!" Rashil declares. "But this time I shall prove my creation's superiority!""It's impressive indeed," Sodis agrees, rearing his horse, "but a mere machine cannot defeat my trusty living steed!"Just as the two are about to charge each other again, they're interrupted by the Twins riding a frantic Leorone between them, throwing them off their horses."It didn't end well." Zephyr sighs as he attempts to remember any other details of the day. "So, I've been snooping around the estate lately. Yes, call me a gossip or whatever, but there's always something interesting going on. I hear Grybe and that Battle Maiden... Fennia, was it? I hear they got together. Also, apparently some Thunder Units can catch radio waves. I don't get how that works, but it sounds cool. I hears one particularly humorous confession the other day in the Thunder Dorms... Ah, but that's for another time. So, a while ago..."Imagine a few hours beforehand, Zephyr's hanging around the cafeteria. He doesn't eat or socialize, he just hangs out in the shadows. It's always full of juicy bits of gossip."Oh my gosh, did you do something to your duck, Serin?" he hears Cayena ask. He listens in a little closer out of curiosity."Actually, that one Guardian decorated it for me. Nice fellow... I do like this face."'That's my friend...' Zephyr thinks to himself. He peers around the corner to find Serin holding up his old friend. She pets it rather fondly."It is pretty cute," Vanilla nods. "How'd that Guardian get it, though?""Sometimes my ducks fall behind," Serin explains. "... Perhaps they try to find new friends. Maybe this one wanted to be friends with Zephyr.""Oh, that Guardian?""I hear he took a bath with it.""Where'd you hear that?""Does it matter?"Zephyr's eyes focus on the duck, instead of the conversation. He could almost hear it squeak in his head. "Take me back, Zephyr! I miss you!"His eyes widen ever so slightly as his eyes fixate on his old friend... The friend he had taken a bath with... The friend whose purpose was wholeheartedly redesigned with the simple lines of a marker... The friend who-"Long story short, I worry a little for my own mental health. Must be the estate. Perhaps I should seek Sodis' council... He'd know what to do. Ah, well, goodnight. That's it for now."With that, the Dark Warrior shuts his journal and lies down on his back. Before he closes his eyes, he turns to the window. It's a beautiful full moon tonight.He hears a faint squeak. He shrugs it off and closes his eyes fully. "Maybe one day..."

Imagine Shida experimented a little with his potion recipes and decides to test it out on the old people of the estate. Why? Shida's reasoning was "Well, if something goes wrong, at least the test subjects were already old." Nice reasoning, Shida. He gathers Grah, Bran, Eltri, Lorand, and Weiss at the cafeteria under the guise of a nice lunch. Once they've finished, the Executioner raises his glass, which is filled with a regular drink. The others raise their glasses too. "Cheers.""Cheers!"Once they all drink, a cloud of smoke engulfs them all......and when it clears, they've all turned into younger versions of themselves. "W-What happened?!" Grah demands. He's without a beard now, and his hair is shorter and more silvery in color. He still has an eyepatch, but the eye he does have is sharper and a clearer blue. "It appears we have gotten younger," they hear a small voice say. Grah approaches the window where Eltri's branch had been peeking through only to find a smaller tree there, like one you'd see in a park. "I am smaller...""Fool!" Bran, who's also without a beard and with a much younger complexion, shouts. "Of course you've gotten smaller! Anyone with eyes can see that!""What's the meaning of this?!" Weiss, who...looks like a young adult, asks angrily. His hair simply looks shorter, and he's not wearing anymore glasses. "Shida! You were the one to organize this! Did you-""Save your breath, you doormat." Shida rolls his eyes. "I admit, I tricked you all into drinking the potion. I did not, however, think it'd turn you all young again."Lorand, who looks incredibly different with lighter yellow hair, ponders about the effects. "Incredible... So this aged us back... I feel younger too. Perhaps Dean will stop referring to me as 'Gramps' now.""Yes, they'll call you...what is it, 'bro?'" Bran huffs. "Ah, but no more senior discounts at the bakery... Quite a dilemma!""That's seriously the most of your concerns?" Weiss irritatedly asks. "Crazy old man...young...man... Whatever!""You're already starting to talk like a hooligan!""Pardon, Shida," Eltri taps the Executioner on the shoulder. "Why were we chosen for your experiment?""Ah, that. You see, if anything bad were to happen, say, death, at least you old folks had your fulfilling lives already.""I'm not old!" Weiss snaps. "Before, I mean! In fact, you're as old as I am! And so is Rashil! Why isn't he here?!""Because I have respect for him.""You pompous little-!""Will you two 'chill out' as they say?!" Bran intervenes. "Stay out of this!"Lorand and Grah face each other, unsure what to do. "What'll we do about this?" the Taskmaster asks. "Hm... I would...parade around as a new Unit.""That doesn't sound so bad... Let's do it."The two depart to have some fun with the other Units, leaving Eltri to watch Shida, Weiss, and Bran continue their argument.

Imagine everyone in the courtyard hears a loud explosion come from Shida's room, and out of concern Luna heads over to check up on him. When she arrives, he finds he's knocked unconscious in a messed up room filling with haze. "Shida!" She drags him out, by grabbing under his arms and pulling him backwards, coughing all the way. "What did you get yourself into?!"Some Water Units help out by dosing whatever fire's in there, and soon Shida awakens and explains what had happened. "I was testing out the potion to reverse death. I suppose it backfired.""'Supposed?'" Luna quizzically repeats. "Hush, you.""Are you sure you're okay?" Luna asks as the other Units leave. "I can take you to the infirmary if-""I'm fine, o great Holy Queen," the Executioner scoffs. "Go light up someone else's day, why don't you..."As he walks back into his room to clean up the mess, Luna notices he's limping. "Hey... Your leg. Is it okay?""Quiet already and leave!" he snaps, before falling over. "H-Hey!" Luna catches him with arms around his stomach. "Merith!"Later...Shida's put into a cast in the health care building, much to his anger. He huffs as Luna enters. "Are you feeling better yet?" she asks with a tone of slight sarcasm. "I could be getting work done if you hadn't called for help...""Is that how you're gonna thank someone who just saved your leg?!""Tch...""Don't 'Tch' me! At least be thankful that I bought you food!" She holds up a lunchbox and hands it to him. He reluctantly starts eating. "... Gee, thanks...""I don't really get you," she admits. "You dunno how to be grateful, is that it? Your leg coulda gotten a whole lot worse if I hadn't called the nurses.""..." He's silent as he eats. Maybe out of politeness?..."Well... Whatever! I'm done helping you. Hooray for you..."She doesn't visit for the next few days, but she still sends in lunch boxes for him to enjoy. No idea why, but he doesn't complain too much. On the third day his leg is fully healed and he's allowed back to his dorm room. When he gets there, he finds Luna dusting his shelves. "... Luna?" His sudden voice makes her jump and nearly knock over a potion."Ah! I-I didn't know you were out!" she exclaims. Shida is looking around, stoic as ever. "Did you clean my lab while I was away?"She's silent and unable to give an answer. Eventually she stutters out, "I-I, um, thought it c-could use some cleaning up after...""..." He looks down at the shorter woman...and hugs her, much to her surprise (and apparent delight.) "Thank you. I appreciate it."

Imagine Luna decides to pay Shida a visit in his room while he's working. He leaves his door unlocked anyway, so she can easily slip in. "Hey there Gloomy," she greets, scaring the Executioner. He faces her, annoyed. "Don't sneak up on me like that! What do you want anyway?" He turns back to his potion cauldron. "Eh, I'm bored. What're YOU doing?" She leans against his nightstand, eyeing his extensive shelf of potions. "I'm in the progress of creating a tonic that'll raise the dead to work for me...""Don't tell me you're actually gonna bring the apocalypse," Luna scoffs as she blows a hair out of her hair. She takes a vial of clear liquid labeled "Dangerous" and opens it, lip curling. She then discreetly takes an empty vial..."Nah, not really into it, but you never know when-" He turns to face her again, but his eyes widen to see Luna about to drink the potion with a smile on her face. "DON'T DRINK THAT!!"He swiftly swipes the potion away, but not before she takes a swig of the vial's contents. She makes a choking sound as he puts the vial back on the shelf. He quickly turns in time to catch her. "No no no..." he whispers. "Luna!" His horrified face buries into her hair. His hand lifts hers, only for it to flop. But then... "Psych!" Luna springs up in his arms, tongue sticking out. "W-What?! I thought...""It was just water! In this empty vial." She holds up the empty vial she took. "Did I get you?"To her surprise, she's enveloped in a tight embrace. "Don't EVER to that again!" Shida scolds. "You had me scared half to death!""Oh, so you do care?" she teasingly asks. "No... I-I just don't want to be held responsible for a Unit's death...""Then why're you still hugging me?"

(Lemme guess, you read that one really cool Brave Frontier Opposites fanfic didn't you? c;)Imagine Luna is strolling the Dark Unit dorm hall when she hears screeching from inside one room. Curious, she presses her ear against the door. This was Shida's door, wasn't it? It sounded like a woman mixed with a monster was being tortured inside...The door suddenly opens and an Ocypete, a bird woman, comes flying out. Luna is knocked back, and a talon leaves a mark on her cheek. "Get back here!" Shida shouts as the bird flails about the hallway. "The experiment isn't over yet!" He grabs her by the feet and pulls her back. His skull companions bite down on her wings and bring her down. "Take her back inside," he instructs. Then he notices Luna sitting there and rubbing the cut on her cheek. "Shida!" she shouts. "The hell was that?!""Ah, Luna," Shida offers a hand, which she slaps away. "Pardon my Ocypete. She's a wily one.""Yeah, I noticed," Luna hisses. "You're experimenting on the poor thing, huh?""Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm simply testing whether or not they could be strengthened further.""By beating her up to death?""... How about you follow me in?""I don't like the sound of this..." She snaps her fingers and summons her pike. "But okay..."He leads her into his room. It's a rather different bedroom than the other Units'. His bed is pushed against the wall and there's many shelves if books and potions on the wall. There's also a large cauldron with green mist oozing out of it, and magical empty cages around. The skull companions hold the struggling Ocypete in place as Shida walks over to her. "There's a good subject..." he coos. He gestures for the skulls to put her down, and Shida then thrusts his hands out. Instantly, the bird falls unconscious. Maybe. "Troublesome one, but still a patient one." He turns to Luna. "So you could control her?""I can control anything in death. If I could do some more research, I could figure out how to control, say, resurrected heroes?" He gives a wry smile. Luna's eyes widen. "You're gonna control us all, huh?!" She lifts her pike. Shida raises his hand, though his skulls growl. "No need for that. I have no intention to rule the world. Now then..." He searches through his potion shelf. "How come?" Luna looks at him skeptically. "What's the point of ruling a world full of despair? This world's tainted with wrongdoing of mortals and immortals alike. I see no reason to possess ambition in dominating a world like this. Ah, here we go." He takes a potion. "So that's how you see it, huh... But there's gotta be something about the world that's good, right?""Perhaps." He dabs his finger in the contents of the potions then rubs Luna's scratch, to her initial protest. "Lemia for instance had her lover. Too bad he died.""You watched over the experiment and caused it, ya dumbbutt.""Oh yes, I remember. Love is a fragile thing, they simply broke it. From what Lemia told me back in the day, love was worth it." His hand stops, caressing Luna's face. "Is that better?""Yeah... So, you're not gonna rule the world, right?"His piercing red gaze glares into Luna's blue eyes, perhaps studying her. "No, probably not.""Not even to say, impress a girl and finally get yourself a wife?" She's not sure why she says that. "Heh, no. Love is a stupid emotion. I don't need it... But perhaps, if I DO decide to rule the world, you could rule alongside me.""Why would I do that?" He starts leading her out the door. "Well, you're strong, stunning, beautiful... Every King needs a Queen." He shuts the door with a smile before she could respond. "... Did he just flirt with me?... But he said... Whatever! I'll never understand that guy..."