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         ahead  of  byleth  stood  the  central  ballista.  at  the  top  was  bernadetta  ,  as  the  black  eagles  had  staked  its  claim  of  the  tower  first  ,  and  around  the  ballista  were  students  ready  to  guard  their  archer.  byleth  was  glad  to  see  her  predictions  were  right.

           she  CHARGED  IN ,  aiming  for  the  lance  user  at  the  forefront  of  the  mound.  she  danced  around  his  reflexive  attack  and  weaved  beneath  the  steel  blade.  feinting  left  ,  she  spun  and  knocked  a  blow  to  his  side  that  spent  the  young  man  sprawling.  felix  and  ashe  took  the  opportunity  to  run  past  to  overtake  the  ballista  as  the  second  lance  wielder  charged  towards  the  professor.  THWIP.  TWANG.  as  CHAOS  of  battle  ensued  ,  byleth  couldn’t  help  but  grin  for  the  first  time.

           was  this  was  it  felt  like  to  have  FUN?

Seiichirou doesn’t really know the person. He’s seen him but the circumstances were ...unsusual, to say the least. They’d been space commanders on the opposing sides of a war and he’d captured Seiichirou with no one else but the numbskull of  Aresh. That was the character that he knew but the one before him was still completely unknown to him. 

And now he resided within his body. Between them was a grill where pieces of rather expensive steak was sizzling. The guy, Hong Ilseong as he introduced himself just moment ago, had called him after the swap -  something Seiichirou too would have done if he’d been the first one to notice. 

“ ....Kondou Seiichirou. Our recent meeting wasn’t all too pleasant but I suppose I should still say it’s a pleasure. “

On this night, they were on their knees in the winding network of narrow paths through Archimedes. Beside their leg, still gripped by the handle, was the dagger they’d purchased and dangerously accessorized. Half of it was bloodied, and the same went for them and the collapsed body just ahead. He was perfectly intact — no unnatural angles or missing limbs — besides a fatally damaged neck.

Kyrie remained there, silent, with their impassive stare on the blood on the ground between them. Eventually, their free hand raised to the damp coating of red on their cheek, and they closed their eyes.

They didn’t kill for fun, but there was an undeniable sense of relief.

My Melody was trying her hardest to get this pretty little kite up in the air; but no matter how fast she ran, or how many times she tried, it wasn’t flying! Using her magical parasol to get the kite in the air would feel like cheating, so that wasn’t an option for her; but... she was starting to get desperate.. 

After one last failed attempt, the kite came down and it landed right on her face. “Yaan! Miss kite...oh miss kite...why won’t you fly?” It was very likely that My Melody simply couldn’t run fast enough to get the momentum needed for the kite to rise on an air-draft. However, she wasn’t going to give up just yet!

She sought out a nearby stranger; walking up to him while holding the kite as she did so. “Excuse me mister...could you please help me get my kite in the air?”

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As the pollution and disasters ruined the Earth turning it into a barren wasteland, people were forced to move to space. As the time expanded the slow spread of a new civilization began, taking it’s time to form what seemed ideal and peaceful at first. However when it came the time to choose who reaped the benefits political squabbles that in time escalated into protests, civil wars and general unrest. 

Eventually it all turned into all out war with a complicated anatomy of several planets, of their alliances and betrayals. Years spun into decades with no end in sight... Not until certain young man entered the war. Hidden civilization, deep in the confines of space that existed before the Earth took over with a commander of tremendous prowess and insight no one else seemed to match. His fleet soared victorious mowing down people, spaceships, even planets in his way making his way at the top of the ruling chain, forcefully uniting it all.

 Against him stood only bespectacled man known as Sei no Ulysses, he fought long but eventually was put down with a betrayal from an ally of he’d put so much trusts in. 

And so simply did the decade long war end - into the capture of Sei no Ulysses.

                                                        * * *

“ This is the commander of the fleet...? So plain... “

Accompanied by whispers of rather generic insults, Sei no Ulysses - Seiichirou as he knew himself by, was led to the court of the so called enemy. Around his wrists were light shackles of what seemed some sort of steel, connected via laser like current that apparently would struck were he to wriggle too much. 

He’d vague idea of it all. The one that sat on the a throne like structure before him was an enemy commander general of supposed talent and all that. And that he was last remaining opponent struck down by a friend he hadn’t seen. 

Should he be playing along? This must be something their captors have set up for them..

“ ....well then. I am here. “

The knuckles jutting out from the fists clenching their umbrella betrayed Kyrie’s apparent “calm.”

Dropped for you!

“ Youh... “

Eiden stands there with furrowed brows, mouth full of barbecue chicken. After hearing the news of free food at Bellow’s District he’s picked it as a lunch spot for the duration of the summer festival! Nothing like cutting down expenses and still getting to stuff yourself full. 

In the midst of stuffing himself he’d spotted a strangely familiar face... but man, he can’t put a finger on it at all.... Eiden’s sure has always thought his memory is great as long as it’s related to hot guys so this is weird.