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♕ - ; Percival recalls Pandemonium. He recalls the blight of fallen angels that darken the skies and seek to taint it. He recalls the fighting to such an extreme and the overwhelming odds against them and remembers the limits everyone involved in the ensuing chaos pushed themselves beyond for the miracle that their skies may return to them. He recalls most, if not all of it. But, there is one thing he does not recall. One moment in the climax of the event that some would consider luck’s grace that him and everyone involved were not there for. The absolute decisive fight against the Astral turned God that through the determination and unwavering resolve of those there that allowed them to push through and seal him and his right hand in a dimensional rift. Never to be seen again.

♕ - ; Chaos in this city always seemed to run rampant in this city no matter what time of day it was. A series of wires that needed to be cut to eliminate whoever was in power of the city for a spare moment seemed to be the only thing that Percival had to be worried about, along with whatever may find themselves aligning with the enemy at hand. For a moment, Percival saw this mess as a rather.. uneasy matter. For some reason, the size and mass of this event seemed more than he realized but perhaps it was the exhaustion getting to him. After all, among all of the damage and all of the fighting he had thus seen so far seemed no different than how this city otherwise operated. So then.. why did his heart quiver so badly? 

♕ - ; Days go by without rest  but he feels as if the fighting will come to an end soon enough. As he prepares to head out and sees the multitude of enemies strewn about the city, a look of annoyance crosses his face. It’s a misshapen group of bandits taking advantage of the chaos to loot and steal as they will. Percival’s grip on his blade tightens and he swings with all of his might. What occurs after comes to a surprise as he sees a trail of flame leaving his blade, incinerating the clothing and flesh of the bandits in a single strike, causing them to scatter. He looks down and realizes something is off as he’s gained full control of his abilities but his reflexes are quick to kick in. He turns around and swings his blade but his eyes go wide at the sight of what he’s cut in half.

♕ - ; It’s a cherubim. One of thousands he remembers cutting down on that fateful day as they fly down from the skies in droves, assaulting the ground he stands on. There’s no mistake as the tightening in his chest begins to grip his hold on reality as he starts swinging at them more wildly to rid the city of them. For a brief moment he thinks to himself that this might all just be coincidental. That their appearance is none other than another one of the city’s farces playing games with his mind. That of anything to appear before him in this moment.. it would at the very least be nothing on the level of him. 

♕ - ; And yet what falls from the sky next paralyzes Percival for a second. For it is no enemy that catches his sight. It is no creature that he focuses on. No. It is simply the soft falling of silken black feathers that slowly drop to the ground around his feet that he realizes the skies have all but parted entirely for the descent destruction incarnate, the apocalypse shaped like man. The cherubim all seem to stop for a moment in realization as Percival stands by himself in the empty streets as the bask of the sun illuminate the figure of a lone man--nay, a god, omnipotence given form. With twelve black wings that give him suspension in the air, he looks down at the lone Dragon Knight, while the cherubim float in place around him.

♕ - ; They give praise, for he has no equal. They worship him, for a god has returned to the world. The skies cower in fear, for he will not forgive any vice. And those who realize it, worship him, as they realize their fate is overwritten. Lucilius, as he realizes there is but a single entity before him, unleashes a weight unlike any other with a simple scowl that almost seems to deprive the land of any life on his arrival. 

“ Your callous disregard of being before me is a plight. Be gone, into the depths of oblivion. “ 

♕ - ; Percival stands alone before a god reborn, his hand still clutched tightly over the handle of his blade. 

“ ... Impossible. This might actually be impossible..! “

She walks through the streets, axe slung over her shoulder, and finds that the memories of this odd city aren’t as far off as they’d seemed. In fact, it kind of feels like she never left at all. If she were any smarter, she might dwell on that a little longer, but if she were smarter she wouldn’t be Threo.

Before long, a delightful smell tickles her nose, and she remembers one of the best things about this city. The food. It doesn’t take long before Threo takes a seat at a table, now armed with an entire cake for no one but herself. Maybe some tasty food will help her readjust. 

Not even one bite in, another familiar smell wafts by. Something Threo knows well, something... no, someone strong. Her eyes widen as he walks into view, and she smiles.

“Hey, hey! Siete!” she shouts, waving her hand as high as her height allows. “You’re here too, huh! This place stinks, doesn’t it?”

Laughing, she finally takes her first mouthful of cake. Hopefully Siete doesn’t expect her to share.

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⇾ ‘he’d probably start some arboreal plague and turn the world into a mad max desert.’ asked by @soviireign​

♕ - ; And then there was the leader. While a man who would otherwise be unconvincing of his title as leader, Siegfried recalls and makes account for the strength he had seen. His hold over title of Strongest Swordsman in the Skies was not to be taken lightly. Against such simple and feeble poachers and crustacean he still displayed an overwhelming amount of power that could rival the heavens themselves. Some how, such a man with such a callous display of immaturity managed to gather the absolute strongest warriors imaginable, each one capable of conquering a country on their own without trying. 

♕ - ; What eye did he have to discern such talents from such unsuspecting individuals? How far could he see into the potential of those around him that allowed him to build a crew of only ten people that was only rivaled by the crew of the captain he fought so fervently with time and time after again. Perhaps it was a grace of luck that allowed him to see the familiar coat of arms of one such, and even more so to find the leader. Those capes, each adorned with a constellation representative of their placement in the Eternals and in front of him was that vast amount of starry sky on his back represented by seven glowing points. 

“ Siete, I presume? Fortune favors me in a curious way today. I’d simply like to cut to the chase and would request a brief talk if you would. “ 

They’ll be dropped for you!

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Siete!

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Enjoy your stay!

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⟐ It doesn’t take very long for a brief scowl to crawl across his face. The most immediate theory is this is one of Siete’s weird plans. To be frank, after what he had pulled involving the Enforcers which lead to Rei’s take over of Stardust, it just felt like natural instinct to think that he might have something to do with it. Given credit where credit’s due of course, he can’t think of anyone else more idiotic to possibly go to such degrees for insane purposes. He holds back just enough to think rationally as he starts briskly walking past others on the streets. He doesn’t give off the friendliest airs to others, which causes strangers to pass him by, but he doesn’t care. 

⟐ As luck has it, however, Quatre finds the ‘esteemed’ captain of the Eternals. More so, he sees even more people gathered around in the immediate area. They’re dressed colorfully, drinking their hearts out, eating extravagant food.. ah, so that’s what it was. Quatre takes a deep breath. His nostrils flare for a second. A man, clearly inebriated, walks up to Quatre with a coconut in hand, laughing and poking his cheek. 

“ Hey there lil fella! What’s with that scorn? Come on, drink up, we’re all havin’ our fun here! “

⟐ The Eternal is quick to take hold of the hollowed shell, filled with whatever, and crushes it in his hand before pushing past the man and approaching him. He closes his eyes and feels strangely at calm with how angry he is, speaking up tensely. 

“ I find it impressive, the lengths you go every time, to involve us in things like these, especially without our governing consent. Simply landing us here was out of the question but to piss me off doing so? I do question you dearly sometimes, my captain. “

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